Morning Prayer (Tuesday).
There is a place, O God,
not yet slandered
by our second guesses
and self-generated projections.
Take us to that place.
Leave us there to memorize the stones
of this graveyard, empty of dreams.
Then, re-soil us.
Morning Prayer (Tuesday).
There is a place, O God,
not yet slandered
by our second guesses
and self-generated projections.
Take us to that place.
Leave us there to memorize the stones
of this graveyard, empty of dreams.
Then, re-soil us.
I use the best, I use the rest
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
For bloggers who aspire to inspire
We believe in being brave.
Blurring the lines between poetry and prose
Stuff That Needs To Be Said
Writing from the In/Between
Grace // Jesus // Life
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
Church planter, pastor, author, coach
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
The Beautiful Due
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
